If You Stay

A Different Type of Love

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When you stopped talking to me, it hurt.
It hurt like a hurt I’ve never hurt before.
Now that you’re here, that makes me happy.
At the same time, I know I’m only shooting myself in the foot.

That pain shattered my already broken heart.
You rock my world on a scale that I can’t balance.
Your absence…